Sara Lance (taer_alsafer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-21 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, laurel lance (black canary), sara lance (white canary) |
Who: The Lances.
What: Sara dreams of the Queen's Gambit sinking
When: Last night/this morning
Where: The Lance house
Rating/Warning: Low/none, other than a ship wreck
If Sara felt any guilt about taking a week away with her sister’s boyfriend, she was very good at repressing it. She had just gotten off the phone with her dad, assuring him that everything was great during her first week of college.
The storm was getting closer, Sara could hear it. But Oliver assured her not to worry, and so she wasn’t going to. That was, until suddenly, unexpectedly, the boat capsized, and both of them were thrown from the bed. And then, the bulkhead opened up, and Sara was sweapt out to sea.
She struggled to stay afloat, to keep her head above the waves. “Help!” she screamed, the water pouring into her mouth, and she spit it out again. “Somebody!”
“Oliver!” Sara screamed, shooting up in bed. She was soaked, her hair and pyjamas drenched with salt water and clung to her body. She coughed, spitting out the water, and took a few breaths.
Her bed seemed to be moving under her as if she were still on a ship, but it was solid under her, not heaving like the waves just had been. It took her a couple of moments to realize that she she was safe. That she was in her room, in Laurel’s house, safe and not about to drown. She took a moment to collect herself, with deep, shuddering breaths, her head cradled in her hands. And then, she got out of her now soaked sheets. At the very least, she needed to shower this sea water off of her.
Even though Olivia was spending the night with her father, so when Laurel heard the scream, she shot right out of bed, kicking off her sheets and headed to Olivia’s room than stop to realize Olivia wasn’t home. Switching gears she moved over to Sara’a door and knocked on it.
“Sar?” she called out, “Is everything okay?”
Sara jumped a little when she heard Laurel’s voice, a fresh wave of guilt sweeping over her. How Laurel could have forgiven her after what she’d done…
But then, maybe Laurel wouldn’t get a chance to forgive the Sara in the dreams. Maybe Sara would die there out at sea. What would her family think, when they found out that Sara had gone on the Queen’s Gambit because the ship had sunk?
But she took a deep breath and tried to center herself. There was a tremor in her hand when she opened the door, which is why she immediately put them in her pockets once the door finally swung open, and she gave Laurel a weak smile. “Everything’s okay,” she said, the water dripping from her hair. “I just had one of those Dreams. Sorry for waking you.”
Laurel hand instantly went to Sara’s hair, “you are drenched!” The older sister in her took over, to comfort her sister. Instantly Laurel took Sara’s hand and herded them to the bathroom, “the boat?” she asked, it had to been, all she knew about for the moment.
“Those damn dreams,” she puffed out as she released Sara’s hand and moved to start the shower for her, “Strip, get you clean, I’ll go tend to your bed,” she told her offering a small smile, “it’s okay, Sarabear, I got you.”
Sara nodded, for a moment at a loss for words. Especially once Laurel said that it was the boat. So, Laurel had dreamed that far. If Sara had been thinking more clearly, she would have realized that, given that Laurel had known that Sara and Oliver had gone off together on the Queen’s Gambit.
“That’s poetic justice for you,” she said, with a wry smile. There was a chill setting in, and she was looking forward to taking a nice hot shower, but aside from that she was managing to come back to herself. She was safe here. Whether or not she drowned in the dreams, she was on dry land here, and her heart wasn’t pounding nearly as hard as it had been when she’d first woken up.
Laurel was in law school in her dreams, she hadn’t really said much about it However, this wasn’t the dream, this was their life and she gave Sara a small smile before heading to the bedroom. When she got there, she stared at all the...wetness, Sighing she stripped the bed, gathered everything wet and when she stepped into the hallway and yelled out “I’m going to out you some tea on!”
Washmachine going, tea pot on, she went back to Sara’s bedroom, grabbed her sister some fresh clothes to slip on and headed to the bathroom, knocking twice she came in. “You are going to have to bunk with me tonight, I think your bed going to be to wet to go back to sleep.”
Once Laurel left, Sara stepped into the shower and let it warm her up. She took a little longer than was strictly necessary, letting the water wash away some of her anxieties as well as the salt water.
She had just finished towelling off when Laurel came back, and she slipped on a bathrobe. “Thanks,” she said, taking her clothes and pulling them close against her. She smiled at Laurel. “Reminds me of when we were kids and I’d have a bad dream.” Laurel really was too good to her sometimes.
“Or when mom and dad fighting,” she added with a nod of her head, “I’ll get the tea and bring it to bed, maybe we can find one of those old movies on or something to poke fun at till you can get back to sleep.” She offered a small kind smile to her sister and headed back to the kitchen were the teapot had started to whistle.
Sara nodded. Watching movies until she fell asleep was probably just what she needed. Sara normally liked horror movies, both campy and otherwise, but tonight she thought she could go for something a little lighter. Flipping through some channels, she found My Fair Lady, and then pulled the covers around her shoulders and sat, knees to her chest. She was glad, not for the first time, that Laurel had forgiven her, and that she was among family once again.
“I love this one,” Laurel proclaimed as she moved back into the room with two cups, “here,” she handled one cup and set her down, climbing in the bed with her sister. She moved beside her, nudged her with her elbow, “looks like we haven’t missed my favorite part!”